Connie, I'm sorry. It's so hard.
bonny, that is a good human! I'm glad he found Coco.
Right now, the biggest annoyance in my world is a bully cat who runs from one food dish to the next to push the other cats away from the food. He also responds with fear-aggression to my old Leo, even when Leo isn't trying to fight. There's plenty of food, there's Feliway everywhere, there are plenty of cat-friendly spaces, I play with them and keep the litter boxes clean. I don't know what to do to calm this cat down.
You get to be pissed at the universe, Connie.
But the only way out is through
Yes, but you get to take as many time outs as you need.
As are fall-downs and regressions. It's...well, it doesn't feel ok, but it's too be expected and let yourself.
Can you feed the bully cat in a different room, Zenkitty?
Just roll with it, Connie. Fighting it only prolongs the pain. And accept offers of help if you need to. My sister ended up going through the majority of Rob's clothes. I couldn't face it.
Can you feed the bully cat in a different room, Zenkitty?
When I put him and his food in a different room and close the door, he forgets the food and wails and scratches at the closed door until he's freed. The other cats gather at the closed door as if in deep concern. No one eats. I'm currently feeding him in the kitchen and the other two in the dining room, but he just leaves his food and runs to theirs.
When I really need to keep Harvey out of Sammie's dish, I sit in between them. Continually redirecting him to his dish is a pain, but it gets the job done.
It just dawned on me that my mother was the age I am now when my father died. She lasted another 25 years, and was pretty with-it till the last couple of years. Perhaps I'd better stop thinking of 53 as nearly Game Over. I need to get serious about finding someone to untangle my brain.
smonster and Nora and Kara's friends and family, I am so sorry. ~ma.
continued ~ma here, too. And health and work~ma to those who need it.
I haven't been here in the last week, and skipping. No hairpats needed, but a week ago, on Saturday, my great aunt who has been like a grandmother to me passed away. She died in the best possible way: in her home, surrounded in people she loved and loved her, and in the arms of one of her daughters. My mother was the nurse who took care of her, and another one of her nieces was the doctor who took care of her in her last days, so it all stayed in the family. She didn't suffer much, and she was coherent until a day before she died. I was there in her last hours.
She was an incredible person: a translator (who also took part in the translation of the dead sea scrolls into English), an academic, a teacher, an activist, a religious leader within her community, a feminist. She knew Greek and Latin and Italian and French and German on top of English and Hebrew. She was a student in Oxford during WWII. She demonstrated until she was 85+ for equality for all and for environmental justice, and funded more charities and causes than anyone can ever count. She was a true woman of action, volunteered with so many people and causes, and I never saw her rant on anything. When something bothered her, she just did something about it, and a lot of times, told no one about it.
I love and miss her very much. We need more people like her in the world.
(In other news: I hate, hate, hate, hate what my government is doing in Gaza, and what racism is doing to my country. And there's nothing I can do that will make it stop. My soul is heavy with pangs of conscience and guilt. There's really very little I can do (occasional demonstration, walking with anti-racism stickers in my bag to cover with them racist stickers), and it hardly seems enough these days).
